The Jiquan Star Dragon Race below the altar erupted once more.
"Right, right, right! Elders, get up there!"
"Among us in the Eleventh Realm, 58% are True Dragon Holy Sons. Twelve from the Twelfth Realm have exceeded 60%; the Thirteenth Realm elders must be even stronger!"
"At least 70%! I'm guessing at least 70%!"
"70%? I think at least 80%! Didn't you see that those young Twelfth Realm elders had already reached 72%!"
"Get up there, get up there! We want to see the elders' concentrations!"
The twelve Thirteenth Realm elders exchanged glances, smiles in their eyes.
They were equally curious. This was also their first time undergoing a bloodline test.
When the first Thirteenth Realm elder stepped onto the altar, the entire Dragon God Hall seemed to tremble.
He was the oldest among the twelve elders, and his Dragon Scales were covered in the marks of time.
Like the rings of a millennia-old tree, each one recorded a battle or a breakthrough.
He had cultivated for tens of thousands of years, lived through the Jiquan Star Dragon Race's darkest days, and witnessed the changes Lu Jun had brought.
He stepped onto the altar steadily and pressed his dragon claw against the Dragon Soul Crystal.
At that moment, an earthen-yellow and crimson light intertwined as it surged from the crystal.
Though it was not as dazzling as the lights of the younger dragons before him, it carried a heavy, steadfast calm, like magma flowing deep beneath the earth.
The dragon patterns slowly climbed—61%, 63%, 65%... before finally stopping at 68%.
68%.
True Dragon Holy Son.
Awakened the core chapter of the True Dragon Scripture—the Dragon Soul Tempering Art.
Elder Golden Scale nodded faintly, his voice carrying respect. "68%, True Dragon Holy Son."
"For your years of cultivation and your age,